The espresso was rich, smooth and strong.

The arancini di riso was perfect: soft risotto rice encased in a crispy shell, oozing creamy mozzarella at its centre.

The Verdicchio was elegant, yet fruity.

Then, in the middle of a passionate advocation of the merits of authentic Italian ingredients sourced from regional artisans, he suddenly paused.

Frowned.

Leaned in, and beckoned me closer, as if to impart a great secret.

And then a slow, warm smile creased his face and twinkled in his eyes, as he murmured:

"You have the most beautiful eyes."

Ah, the Italians. If only he were 30 years younger...